Werewolf hunting rules

Clayton Bello didn't pay attention to other people. He felt that his senses were connected to something again.

It was like the experience of spiritual ascension that the Spider Priest once gave him, but slightly different. His mood improved inexplicably, and his heart beat faster and faster, as if there were exciting military drums playing next to him, urging him to do something.

Is the demon caused by the Black Mass at work? Or did Osmar come up with another conspiracy?

He didn't know, but that didn't stop him from getting excited.

His extraordinary hearing could sensitively capture the singing of the Black Mass and the sound of wind outside the church, as well as the crackling of flames and the singing of ancient proverbs inside the church, making his blood flow.

The wind in the cemetery became fresher, and the colors of the whole world became more and more gorgeous. However, the behavior of others seemed to have slowed down several times, and the confusion and fear on their faces lingered. Their emotional reactions were incompatible with Clayton. It was like there was an incredibly beautiful music playing in everything, but only he could hear it.

continue! continue!

He thought, letting this feeling carry him.

All the werewolf's senses are heightened at this moment, while the discomfort is hidden.

His stomach felt uncomfortable again, and this time the feeling lasted for a long time. As his throat spasmed, he bent down, and a waxy human hand jumped out of his mouth, crawling towards the church relentlessly, knocking hard on the locked back door, Then he quickly lost his vitality and froze on the ground in front of the door.

After it lost all movement, it extended an index finger and pointed forward.

This seemed to reveal some secrets about Osmar, but Clayton suddenly felt that this was not important at all.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and continued to look intently at the church.

What he didn't notice was that this feeling was being transmitted to others along an implicit link.

Julius noticed this.

At first, Claudia kept looking at her uncle with worried eyes, but then she was gradually infected by this state - her pupils were dilated, her body was swaying, but her face was rosy, and she looked as excited as drunkenness. state, staring straight at the church without blinking.

First Clayton Bello, then her, a strange spiritual plague spread among them.

The wizard even punched his employer, but the latter showed no reaction.

He looked at Priest Louis with fear. He noticed that the presiding officer of the Black Mass had also begun to be affected by this inexplicable influence. Although the priest himself was aware of this and tried to resist, he still pronounced the wrong words several times when he opened his mouth. His expression gradually became confused.

Even Clara, who was lying on the tombstone, started to giggle.

Selanne was almost frightened out of her mind by their performance, and Julius had to go up and grab her, forcing her to continue the ceremony.

The Black Mass is gradually coming to an end, but these participants are becoming more and more depressed.

If this continues, no matter how long the ceremony performed by Chud Osmar is, it may be completed before them.

Someone seemed to have tickled Julius's ears. He looked back in horror, but there was nothing. The wind was still blowing in the courtyard behind the church. When he turned on his gnosis, he could almost hear them laughing wildly.

Something is wrong, something must be wrong.

Suddenly there was a slight friction sound on the top of the church. Julius subconsciously looked up and saw that the female vampire was falling from the top, dragging his eyes to the ground again, and her body was kneeling on the ground and squirming. His hand drew ravines on the ground, but he never tried to stand up.

Barbara was also affected.

Julius half-knelt down and carefully turned her over, seeing a face that was lost in frenzy. Just like when she killed Hook detective Ace before.

Ian Lazarus stood on the roof, watching all this without concern.

But Lazarus was not the culprit, Julius knew that, he had never heard of a vampire being able to do such a thing.

He stood up and took a few steps back. The frequent strange phenomena made him fearful, fearing that it would happen to him next moment. Of course, he wanted to ask for help from others, but apart from Ian Lazarus, there were only two mortals, Selanie and Pero, who were not affected. They were useless and could not help him.

Julius had to take the girl's place.

He chanted, put the ram oil ointment made in advance on everyone's forehead, and continued to complete the Black Mass in conjunction with the priesthood who was still barely able to think. He preserved his chastity in order to pursue some special magic, so he could take Clutecia's place in the ceremony.

But it shouldn't have happened.

Fortunately, Black Mass is finally coming to an end.

"Mighty Baal, please hear me and punish our enemies. The flesh and blood of our enemies have been consecrated on the altar."

As the last chant ended, Julius, the Priesthood, and Selanie all looked at each other.

According to Creticia's design, Chud Osmar and Kuok should have been killed by now, but no one can see what happened inside. They held their breath and heard some low murmurs of ancient languages ​​from the crackle of the flames in the church. This voice reminded them that Chud Osmar was still alive.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded out of thin air, and the strong wind blew so hard that they could hardly stand still. They could only feel that all the airflow seemed to be rushing in towards the crack of the church door.

Then came the explosion.

With a loud bang, the door of the alchemy room exploded open, and the long tongue of hot and bright red flames licked outward.

The high-speed air flow generated by the explosion directly blew away Julius who was facing the door.

He endured the burning pain and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't dare to open his eyes until the pain of landing was real. He tried to sit up. The pain all over his body reminded him that all the wounds on his body had collapsed, and there was still warm liquid on his forehead. It was bleeding. He stretched out his hand to wipe it. He stared at the red palm and realized that he had bled so much.

Barbara was also affected by this wave of air and rolled in front of him. Half of her face was burned by the flames with dense white bulges. Her eyes were tightly closed, but she was still slowly stretching her limbs like a coral polyp. But all this Movement was meaningless, as if she was only moving to prove that she was still alive.

Julius stepped back in disgust, and touched another person's hair with his palm.

"Uh-huh," Clara moaned lowly, her pure blue eyes already dilated.

The wizard saw that the lower part of her neck was covered with blood. He quickly withdrew his hand and used all his strength to stand up and look at the church.

The stained window on the top of the church exploded again, and black smoke rose from the breach.

And after the blazing flames, between the burning and peeling strokes, Kuok went nowhere, but Chud Osmar still stood there, his looming figure speaking an incomprehensible language in the flames and black smoke. Singing a mantra, his voice was filled with uncontrollable sorrow and pain.

His body tilted from time to time, and then a tear appeared on his body that even cut his clothes, and blood flowed out. This was a manifestation of the demon's power, but it did not make him succumb.

The mournful roars continued, and Julius wanted to stop him from continuing, but the burning flames in the church became the biggest obstacle. It was difficult for him to see Osmar clearly, let alone go in and kill him.

Julius clutched his chest, where a glorious hand was still struggling, trapped tightly by a string.

Moment, moment, moment.

The warning sounds of broken wood and bones under his clothes were endless. Many of the amulets originally strung on the protective knots were cracked, and the fragments slipped from the hem of his clothes and piled up on the ground.

"Is this the result of my good luck?" the wizard thought blankly.

It looks like the devil will take care of Chud Osmar sooner or later, but until then, he needs to keep himself safe.

Look carefully at the fragments. They are the least effective ones, and they can be damaged by just a little damage. But this also means that they are the most sensitive and can act as a warning.

Julius staggered towards Creticia, who was standing in a daze on one side, and took out the amulet broken into two sections from the side pocket of her skirt. This is the amulet they made before in Perot's house to guard against Osmar. Ordinary people also have it. Because it was made in a hurry, its effectiveness is also the worst.

"Show me the amulet I gave you before," he said to Perrault and Selanne.

Perot coughed violently and took out a broken amulet from his arms.

Selanne glanced at Uncle and Nephew Bello, who was still staring at the church, and gingerly took out the same thing.

"It just split open on its own, not me."

Julius ignored her. He found that the amulets on everyone were broken, but except for himself who was injured, everyone else was intact.

Julius counted the really powerful amulets on his body and found that they were all still there, and his still groggy mind couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Do you feel like you're being attacked? Why can't I see anything?"

Perot opened his mouth, but his voice was very soft.

Seeing his actions, Julius realized that facing the explosion head-on had damaged his hearing.

"Louder," he shouted to Perot.

The old man was holding his heart, his face turned sickly red, and he was about to collapse in the next moment.

"My life, my vitality!" After shouting out these half sentences with all his strength, he began to cough uncontrollably until he couldn't straighten his waist.

The wizard suddenly realized.

Osmar is still trying to continue the ceremony. The ancient magic circle located under the church is probably extracting the life force of the entire town, just like it remotely extracted the source blood from Ian Lazarus. The damage is so slight that only the weakest individuals can feel it.

Just like these shoddy amulets.

But Black Mass is over.

Julius couldn't understand that although offering sacrifices to the Demon Lord would not damage the physical objects of the sacrifices, their images would disappear and they could not be used as the same sacrifices again for a short period of time.

Why was Osmar still so persistent, why was his gnosis still uneasy?

Julius walked over and took the shotgun from the old man's hand. He decided to do it himself and settle the matter completely.

But loading was very slow with one hand. Before he finished loading, the unfamiliar language in Osmar's mouth suddenly changed into the ancient language he was familiar with and the most famous one in this land.

"The fairyland is the anchor, the fairyland seed is the foundation, and another hundred and fifty years of vitality and the inevitable forty-seven tragedies are dedicated."

"In the name of the servant of destiny, I order the door to fairyland to be opened here!"

Hearing the word "Wonderland", Julius immediately woke up instinctively. He looked at Osmar in surprise. There was a smile on the ugly face, and the bruised body was slowly fading in the air. The wind hidden by the invisible one He swept around the chapel in vain and never shed a drop of Osmar's blood.

The wizard turned around suddenly and saw Uncle and Nephew Bello, Padre Louis and Clara disappearing.

Their bodies are like chalk marks on a blackboard, erased by an invisible eraser.

In just a few seconds, they disappeared from where they were.

Julius grabbed the shotgun and was stunned for a long time before he figured out how Chud Osmar sacrificed the sacrifices he had already made.

What he sacrificed was not a physical object, but all the struggles and attempts made by his group after arriving in Jevo.

But how can the door to fairyland be opened?

Julius felt more frightened than ever. What was happening now was simply unheard of. Records of the wonderland being opened have only existed in legends among dark descendants hundreds of years ago, but no one who has ever been there has ever told about their experiences.

He didn't want to believe it, but the rituals performed by Osmar were more powerful than any wizard he had ever seen.

Maybe these people really went to Wonderland?

Just as he was frightened because the legendary thing happened in front of him, disturbing voices came from outside the church. The barking caused by the werewolf stopped at some point, and people could not find the vampire and Chude Osmar, so some people decided to look for Priest Louis and take refuge in the church.

But this was not a good time. They had just held the Black Mass, the church was still burning, and the human skulls were not hidden.

Julius immediately stopped thinking. He turned around stiffly and saw Ian Lazarus holding Barbara's body and running away to the short slope further back of the church without hesitation. He hurriedly walked toward Perot and Ser. Lani also greeted, grabbed the human skull and followed.

It is not certain whether those people went to Fairyland, but they must not let the locals find evidence that they are holding a black mass!

They have to live!